Sunday, November 24, 2013

Ingrid's Adornments

He'd brought her back a trophy from his last raid. It was a beautiful thing, some blown-glass machine part wrapped carefully by his hands in copper wire. She loved it because he'd made it, and more because he'd won it. For her.

Ingrid cradled the precious thing in her hands. She had no idea what it had once done, nor what it could do again, simply that it had been raided from the Machines of the so-called Civilization that decried her people, and forced them to live as raiders. The Civilization whose cities were gradually encroaching on their lands.

She had no love for the Raiders, having seen the destruction of the Airborn Longships that the crews brought to bear on their enemies. But such enemies. She had never seen their Cities, only heard stories from those who had travelled their. But such stories! Buildings stretching into the sky, smog that swept around the streets in smothering clouds, machines that could do anything and everything. The People were civilized, they embraced the ways of Elektricity, the ways of smoke and lightning. But they kept it in its place, serving the people, not being served like an infernal master.

There was a sound at the door. Ingrid's hand went to her galvanic rifle. Another relic of the raids.

Then the door flew open and all she could see was him, showering her in a flood of metal chains, clinking glass, and beautiful things.

It was a long time before they spoke. Then he began to tell his tale, low at first, voice rising and falling in hypnotic rhythm.

“We took a city this time,” he said, pride suffusing his voice. “a proper one. No more cut and run. The Captain brought us straight down on top of them. They never saw it coming. They sent their machines after us, the ones that walk like men, and are so hard to topple. But Alrik found their weakness, the spot where a single elektrik blast would take them out. They came at us with sonics and tesla weaponry, but the Captain stood firm, and we did not shrink from their onslaught. We fought them down in their own streets, and capture what we wanted, leaving them shivering from the loss. Look!” he raised a fist filled with glittering metal and glass. “Look what I brought to you, my wife, as trophy of our victory!”

She smiled, then, and hung around her neck the hard-fought, hard-one things, each more precious than a jewel, because he had won them, and won them for her.
Story by S.M Smith. Read more by S.M. Smith here.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Captain's Trophy - Part II

Part I

...But no, he'd handpicked these men, chosen them for their abilities, and for the trophies they wore around their necks, relics of so many battles. Chosen the ones that displayed them proudly, hard-won as they were from the people who called themselves civilized.

“Tonight we strike.” He said, his voice low enough that the men were forced to crane in to hear. “Tonight we rain hell and damnation down on them. Tonight the Gods come to earth.”

“But...” the man who spoke was slight, almost as thin as the captain was massive. The captain glowered, but the man continued. “We're a strike and run vessel.”

“We're a raiding vessel.” The captain stressed the word. “We run for no man.” he paused, making sure this had sunk in. “And we will commit a raid vaster than any in the know world. We will take this city for all it's got. We will turn their machines to trophies, all the trappings of their steampowered empire to war prizes for our men, and jewelry for our women. We will wear their fall around our necks.”

He paused again, looking at each man and woman in turn. “We are each the sons and daughters of Thor, and he has blessed us.” He clasped a fist around the wire-wrapped trinket at his throat. “I won this, by right of arms. Have any of you done less? Would any of you do less?”

The men and women muttered their assent.

“I said, would any of you do less?” the captain roared.

“No!” The shout echoed back from the clouds.

“Then arm yourselves, and be ready to throw off the lines. We'll fight them in their very streets, till we're sated and have taken what we came to take.”

Baring his teeth in a grin, the Captain stood back and watched his crew scatter, ready for the battle that was to come. 
Story by S.M Smith. Read more by S.M. Smith here.

xo ~ Mad

The Captain's Trophy - Part I

The captain stood at the fore of his longboat and looked down at the city, spread below him like a map. They'd been in the air for six days, not long, but long enough for the ground beneath the airship to turn from the fields of home to this smoke-choked wasteland they called a city. Perhaps it was the black clouds that filled the air with suffocating vapour, but no one seemed to know they were coming. The city had yet to send their own airships after the longboat, to battle the raiders back with every power available to them.

Perhaps they just didn't look up often enough.

The captain turned back too his crew, assembled on the deck before him, their war trophies clinking like so many bones. They looked like animals about to bolt, eyes darting down over the sides to the city.

“The men think it's an ambush.” His first mate muttered in his ear, unnecessarially. “They think we have a traitor on board.”

The captain grimaced. Of course the men did. He groped reflexively for his Elektrik pistol, feeling its comfortable weight at his side. If there were a traitor on board...

Story by  S.M. Smith. Read more by S.M. Smith here.

xo ~ Mad

Coming Soon...

The Steampunk Viking Collection

I'm very excited to announce 
the Steampunk Viking Collection 
with three exclusive flash fiction stories 

The Captain's Trophy Necklace

Ingrid's Adornments Earrings

 ...and more...

The collection will be available 
on Friday, November 22nd.

Which ones are your favorites?

xo ~ Mad

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Gothic Steampunk Ornaments

Introducing my Gothic Steampunk Ornaments Collection:


Decorate this year with gorgeous, handcrafted ornaments! Show your family and friends how much they mean to you by gifting them an ornament from The Gothic Steampunk Collection.

 Available in:
Classic Silver

Black Beauty

 I hand-wrap each vintage vacuum tube in 26 gauge colored copper wire in the Viking Knit weave. Each ornament is unique, but will be the same style and color to the ones you see pictured.

Midnight Blue

Antiqued Brass

Antiqued Copper

Vintage vacuum tube ornaments are perfect gifts for technology enthusiasts, men, women, Steampunk enthusiasts, Gothic enthusiasts, history buffs, people who appreciate unique gifts, and that person who has everything...

(My personal favorite)
Crazy About Copper
Buy 3 and get $5 off or 
BEST DEAL: buy 6 and get 1 ornament FREE!

Show people they are special. 
Give handmade gifts this season.

XO ~ Elizabeth